Page 16 of Chasing Ink (House of Ink #3)
Six Weeks, Eight Days
S kye
I went to work today.
I stood behind the counter and smiled like a doll with a painted face.
My heart still hurts.
But now I’m fueled by anger.
I fucking hate him.
Six Weeks, Eight Days
S kye
I went to work today.
I stood behind the counter and smiled like a doll with a painted face.
My heart still hurts.
But now I’m fueled by anger.
I fucking hate him.